This is a big hurdle until it becomes a little step. I will struggle with it as long as it takes for me to see it as something I can conquer a bit at a time, then, often as if by magic, it will melt into curbside snow and I can slosh through it in my boots. I am vanquishing obstacles, which seemed insurmountable mere months ago. I am not so much stronger than I was, but I have stopped feeding the weakness in my mind and this has made all the difference.
Accelerate your willingness
Captured pet plants grow in my window
Why these specimens are given such regal care
I suspect but can’t explain.
Delicate shoots pile out of sturdy stalks
Roots force the confines of my decorative pots
How many neighborly blooming faces
Stare into my kitchen greeting me mornings
I am amazed what good company
My leafy friends can be when I am loving myself.
Advantageous to my mental health
I breathe their exhaust and they breathe mine.
Symbiotic we live
I grow and flower
Grateful these plants keep me.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault